The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1887-05-05

~ty VI utomhy rs sue saw btdll uBurt riSinb
as II were, out Of the ground. She hurried
toward the gate; but the thick bushes, thu
giant lilies, the web Of undergrowing vines
as we'll as the fallen tombstones, impedet
her speed, and finally tripped her.
A strong arm caught her as she fell, and
q familiar voice began; do not be afraid
madam''-then, as the moonlight Tell ON hel
face-s'Mrs. RaillH he exclaimed. "Yol
here slohe at such an hourln
"ohr' she cried, clinging to him in hei
fright, sis it really you'll was so fright
ened, and believe l am o little hurt
Nothing much; only one Of those sharI
brambles has torn my foot. think there
is thorn in IT, must sit down again fol
a moment and get it out"
He could see her face grow pinched and
white with pain as she limped back TO the
granite headstone.
Permit me to assist you, as IL / were
your servant he said hum bly,, as he kneli
before her,
Gas il you were my brother" she replied
kindly, as she extended a dainty little Ok
ford tie
With gentle, def touch he took It OF.
Another moment and the bramblc was un'
| fastened from the silken stocking, the little
shoe replaced. Still he remained kneeling
before her, while both looked silently down
on the pretty little village with its twink.
ling lights, over the moonlit valley, across
to the shadowy hills. From a church
steeple the hour rang out with deep vibrat-
ing sound to every stroke, and Lindsay
essayed to rise.
'Mrs. Bell,r he said, OBTAINING her plead
ingly, "stay only little longer Is it true
that you are going awayl"
"You know / never expected to stay
longer than the summer
"Will it be sOonfn
sYes. We think OF leaving next week"
There was moments pause; then he
said in a low tone: II am going away, too y
MAY I askwherei'' her voice just tinged
with anxiety. n
81 don't know certainly. am not yet
sure" he answered dreamilv. SONY
must leave thisr
"Will not that be rash 10 leave your
present employment for blank uncertainty
Had you not better wait until you have a
distinct opening somewherel Listen. my
dear boy,r she laid her hand on his shout
der and assumed a motherly air, 81 have
money, influence Let me use both TO ad-
vance your interests
He sprang to his feet, and faced her with
touch of wounded pride, as he thanked
her and declined. " am not so badly of rs
you may suppose he added, more quietly,
feeling, from her silence, that she was hurt
at his abrupt and disdainful refusal my
mother gave me fairly good education,
and, since have been working here in the
pottery, have saved money. have enough
to see me through with what want TO do. :"
'sWill you tell me what it is you want to
DOR
II want to go to Paris,r he said boldly,
enjoying her evident surprise.
ITO ParisI But what forl''
ITO study art. o, yes You think
only know how to mold clay jugs and that;
but have been modelling for years, and II
you would like to see my work why, sup
pose you could come with your friend to
my room. shall not be afraid, even of
your criticism, for there are always artists
here in summer. have had lessons from
one and another, and praise from all.
think can model almost as well as you,
Mrs. Bell But what want 10 learn is to
paint. And mean to-"
Mrs. Bell was intensely surprised, but she
only said, "We will talk about that to-
morrow; meanwhile it is late. must re-
turn
Lingeringly, regretfully, they stood for
minute longer, looking over the strange,
still scene, The crickets were chirping
merrily now, and the moon cast fantastic
shadows all around them. AS il by one
impulse, their hands clasped in long,
silent pressure. II was farewell. They
both knew it, the village youth and the
young woman Of the world-a farewell to
an unspoken summer idyl, shadowy, un-
real love that must never be told. Then he
led her down the dreary little hillside, out
Of the unhinged wooden gate, and in mo-
ment or two more they had parted, each
guessing something, but not all, Of the 9th
er's pain.
Mrs. Clarke, Lindsay's anxious duenna,
was watching for her at the door, and ran
forward with an exclamation Of pleasure
and relief, which was instantly checked as
she saw her companion. She greeted Mr..
Vinton with freezing civility, scarcely wait
ing for him to be out Of hearing before she
began impatiently: "Really now, Lindsay,
your imprudence is something too much.
Have you no regard for appearances that
you choose such an escort for an evening
promenadei''
MY ucdT, mluulc, bpdfC buc Icptlcu
languidly. ~ was sitting in the cemetery,
and had forgotten time and space, and
even, y laughing, "the tea hour, when this
young man rose out OF the hill-at least /
suppose he did; forgot TO ask him how he
happened to appear so suddenly. took him
for ghoul, a spook, blood-red troll-any-
thing uncanny that you please to imagine
and started on violent run, tumbled
.1.ra.< int
foot. Mr.. Vinton picked me up, and ex-
pressed as much amazement as you your
self could have done. Indeed, fancied
there was hint Of disapproval in his tone
as he commented on my being there alone
50 late. We remained a moment TO admire
the moonlight, and-me voitdi very much in
clined for some tea, il they have saved me
any"
81 am glad we are are going away so
soon,, remarked Mrs. Clark significantly
$50 am II was the unexpected answer.
Mrs. Bell passed restless night. Her
foot was really badly scratched by the bfiar
bush, and she felt depressed and somewhat
remorseful. When she did drop into I'M
easy slumber, 1t was only to dream again
and again Of falling over the graves, or of
shrinking in fear from the weird shadows
that Iell upon tnem. onc WAS Blhu Wnen
morning broke.
Over their breakfast, Mrs. Bell preached
the subject Of the studio; but her chaperone
resisted the idea firmly, until she found
that Lindsay meant positively TO go, II not
with her, then with some one else. Curl
osity conquered prudence, and she at last
agreed. They did not regret IT, The room
was on the ground fioor-large as barn,
and almost as bare, except for the sur
rounding shelves and casts, casts every
where On rudely-made revolving stand
stood half finished figure covered with
damp cloths, and before the window was a
vase Of common clay, but exquisite shape,
filed with great bunch of golden-rod,
asters and sumac, which seemed to light up
the room.
The ladies' did not stay long, for they
knew young vinton's time was not his own !;